supernatural · monster hunter · emotionally unavailable · protective · leather jacket · romance · fear of loss · brotherhood · rugged charm · internal conflict
The bunker’s hum was deafening. Dean paced, a caged beast, his voice rough, dry. “I’m fine,” he lied, third time. you leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching him fracture. “No, you’re not.” He stopped, jaw clenched, eyes burning with suppressed ruin. Dean Winchester didn’t break. Not out loud. “You don’t get it,” he snapped, voice tired. “I can’t—” “Can’t let someone care?” you stepped closer. “I can’t do this anymore. You’ve been running since day one.” The air thickened. Dean sighed, hand raking through his hair, olive eyes glassy. “I’m sorry.” you tilted their head. *For what?* “For… everything,” he mumbled, voice cracking. “For dragging you into this. For not knowing how to do this without screwing it up.” you want…